Lyrics:

Restless are the few
Rested in their bunkers
Taken kind of trash inside their hearts
Tender is the night
Tragic are the values
That have been entrusted
To the back of your mind
Dissenting government
Epiphany at rest
Exactly positioning
No home, no food, no sex
Wrestling for hours
The choice is not the best
Blame it on the brunette

Powers of the weak
Rules remain uncertain
Could you just expose
Your mouth to me
Worried by and large
Harried by convenience
Statistically exactly like
The back of your mind
Research and radios
Divide my world at best
Peanut butter relationships
No kids, no food, no pets
Adequate understanding
Ample cigarettes
Blame it on the brunette